Dreamscapes: A Wolf-Shaped Hole is Not Easy to Fill

In this piece of erotic surrealism, our protagonist escapes — but is that even what she wants?

I am following a group of women around a large house. We stop suddenly, and one woman orders me to take off my shirt and tights. Apparently, we’re all going to have sex. Woohoo! Except I’m uncomfortable with being ordered around, so I tell her, “No.”

“Do it at once!” she cries. I tell her I don’t take orders, and I leave.

I still need a lover, though, and who better than a wolf? I see a mountain with a small forest on it, and I begin to run towards it. It has snowed. I’m suddenly aware that there is a train coming from the left side of the mountain. As it zooms past, a huge wave of snow and pine needles soar above me, and then settle with a *whoomf* on me and the ground. As quickly as it had come, the train is gone. I must continue to look for a lover.

I let out a pining, lustful howl. I strain my ears to hear a howl echo mine back. I hear one! I howl again, and hear it again.

I run towards the forest, keeping up the duet of howls back and forth. I am suddenly in the bare wooden bones of some kind of building structure, and I realize many wolves are coming towards me. I am thrilled and terrified at the same time. I jump up onto a wooden beam about 3 feet up, and watch as several wolves do a dance below me. I wonder which one will be mine.

One wolf comes towards me. My legs are open, and my bottom is unclothed. He sniffs between my thighs, and then begins to lick.

Suddenly we are in the attic of my house. It is well-furnished, and there are people sitting at a computer and a table. The wolf and I are planning to consummate our love in the double bed near the window. The people sitting around don’t mind.

I tell my wolf, “I’ll be right back!” and I start to make my way downstairs, when I see a short, stout man in a bland 3-piece suit walk into the house. I freeze on the steps.

I hear him asking my housemates, “I am looking for the girl who sleeps with wolves.”

My stomach turns to stone. He’s not just looking for me, but my wolf as well, and there’s no telling what he will do to him if he catches him. I tiptoe back up the steps, and I open the door a crack, preparing to warn my wolf, but he has already heard, and is so frightened that he pushes the door open with his head and bolts down the stairs and out the open back door. He is so fast I cannot go after him.

Distraught, I start wandering the forests, howling as I go. Will I find him? Will I find another wolf? The other wolves don’t know me. Will they want to make love, or will they want to rip me to pieces? I am frightened and alone, but I keep howling, keep listening, too anguished to do anything else.

I suddenly find myself inside a building. I look around me and realize that I am at the entrance of a haunted house. I am not in the mood for this, but what choice do I have? I reluctantly start to make my way through, and I can see a woman dressed as a frightening spectre a few rooms down. I finally make my way to her and she begins her scary performance, but I begin to sob.

She breaks character and asks, “Are you alright, my dear?” Between wails, I tell her that I am the girl who sleeps with wolves, and that I have lost my love and fear I will never get him back. The woman calls to someone else to bring some object of comfort, as she rubs my back soothingly. Can she assuage my broken heart? A wolf-shaped hole is not so easy to fill.